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YERMOLAÏ AND THE MILLER'S WIFE
'I should think not! To-morrow, I say, we shall have good sport. A little sleep now would do us no harm.'
A flock of wild ducks swept whizzing over our heads, and we heard them drop down into the river not far from us. It was now quite dark, and it began to be cold; in the thicket sounded the melodious notes of a nightingale. We buried ourselves in the hay and fell asleep.
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